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Q: How does it feel?A: It's like sinking. It's sour cherry red, dripping fire down your throat, into the hollows of your ribcage, till all your lovesick thoughts are applesauce-soft and easier to swallow.It's pulling polaroids apart, pressing the yellowed pieces of moth-eaten memories to the back of your brain and hoping they'll stick. Q: What's the best one?A: It's the weight of the old hammock that your cousins piled onto in the summer. The way you'd sit at the end and shift so the youngest would fall, laughing, onto your lap.... No, it's the road trip where time stretched like taffy with ev